Even though the hostel was cool and fun, our dormroom in Punta Diablo was a stinky little room, with 12 people sleeping in it (the smell made me sure somebody sleeping there must have a rotten tooth, horrible!), resulting in that in the morning I rushed out, trying not to breath in while in the room. Grabbing everything fast while holding my breath,and stuffing it in my backpack, I forgot one crucial plastic bag around the bedpost... (as there was a lot of stuff also hanging around it from other travelers in the room).

And so it came, that after tracking my budget detailed for the last 7 months, I lost my notebook with the lists of all little and bigger expenses I made in the last 7 months. Thank god it's not my passport or credit card, my most precious and only 'really' mattering possessions right now, but still, a frustrating loss

. I try so hard to check everything whenever I leave places (which is all the time), and still I've left a breadcrumbs trail of objects on my route. Most of them I only notice a lot later... 'Hey I haven't seen object X in a while, I must have left it somewhere...' And mostly it's cool, because the less I have the more comfortable my backpack is. But still I like to not have to worry about my laundry constantly so I like having a little stash of clothes.But this loss was definitely more important.But then again, it's only stuff, and in the end we'll have to let go of everything. All possession is temporary, which makes it discussable in a philosophical way if we even actually really posses anything ever.So, goodbye notebook, I guess I can be pretty proud of myself for my detailed discipline the last months. You've served me for realizing what I spend most money on (I definitely love enjoying food), and I guess that's why I had you. Now I just need to get the motivation to start all over again and keep going.

In a forgivingness attempt to myself, some things have disappeared in ways that are pretty supernatural. As an example, I've been dragging around my ukulele book for months, thinking I can study it extensively in the jungle in December till February. However, I took it out at my host in Curitiba, and left his house without it. He looked all over and it's nowhere to be found. He even asked his cleaning lady (which everybody seems to have in Brazil) to look for it everywhere for a full day, instead of cleaning, and she couldn't find it anywhere. So, it might not be me but it seems very clearly that it might be supernatural powers here trying to teach me a lesson

.Yes it's always comforting to make up excuses for my chaos or any personal bat trait, but I'm pretty proud at this one, the supernatural is a cool thing to blame stuff on.

So, without my usually close company, my notebook, we went on our way to Cabo Polonio. And how we loved it there! It's a surreal world... This is a little oceanside village, laying behind the dunes, so the only way to get there is to cross the dunes by 4x4 truck, a funny vehicle they built (see picture), fun ride!We got company from a French couple, and stayed at a little hostel-shag ON the beach. Literally, when we stepped out our little cabinroom, we stepped into sand. The shower was unique too, heating the water on-the-spot with gas. So there was a gas flask and a flame at the shower head.Pabo colonio has a lighthouse, and a big population of sea lions lazying around on it's rocks, and some very creative houses spread out over the little patch of land. Many houses are colored in bright creative colors, often decorated with drawings and mirrors.

Above all this, this is also a nature reserve, and the birds claim this patch of land to their own

! Humans definitely being the less worthy inhabitants here.We noticed this, when we were unsuspectingly walking on the beach, the 4 of us, when suddenly the 2 guys walking in front had to DIVE because 3 birds straightforwardly attacked them. Out of the blue!Ok I have to admit we'd heard birds screaming loud warning-calls, but well, this is nature, we would still assume nothing like THIS would happen! Having assessed the situation, we decided to try again, the 4 of us together, and walk slowly forward, because we simply really wanted to walk that way.We walked slowly, hearing again the loud warning squeaks, and suddenly we had to DIVE and RUN being full-frontally attacked by the birds. Ruuunnnn!! hahaha! How amazing is this! Go birds!

So we had to give in, and made a little detour crawling uncomfortably over the rocks. Ok birds, this is your territory, you made it definitely clear, and we've agreed there's no other way than respecting this, you definitely gloriously win!

We stayed only 1 night, but I definitely put this location on my 'recommended' list to future travelers! A special place!

After having some bad quarrels with the hostel owner (he definitely was in a bad mood and reacted it out on us), sad downer at the end of this great time, we left, riding over the dunes again, and then catching or bus to Uruguay's capital, Montevideo.